Pa! Pa! Pa!
The rattan stick swung with remnants of shadows, stirring up a violent gust of wind.
"I told you to go test yourself, but you refuse. All day long, you either laze about at home or go out to hang around, not standing on the training post, not practicing your skills, not reading books. I specially prepared a good horse for you, but you can even be late at 9 p.m! 9 p.m! You rebellious son! Rebellious son!"
The master in splendid attire had eyes blazing red with rage, eyebrows standing upright. The youngster tied to the wooden post gritted his teeth to endure, blood seeping from the corners of his lips, and the soil beneath the post was becoming loose.
Beside them, there was even more earth-shattering wailing.
